The definition that is
always misconstrued
with three levels of Love.
Sounds to me that
with different meanings
and no commonsense
it does not take brain surgeon
to diagnose the convict here.

In my understanding, metaphors,
and symbolism, there is no chance
to distinguish between two loves:
the purity and the selfish.

There was once a man
with a coat of many colors
who was stripped and cursed at,
because they were jealous
of their father loving him more than them.
That was not until this man
became a person whom they needed
to depend on during a famine-
still not sure how this boy-
who became a man-
would react to their needs back at home.

The is the parable of the prodigal son-
sometimes we wonder how many
times do we take what we want-
and never remember what we need,
but yet, when we begin to
understand, one can come back
and feel the presence of home
instead of eating the food of pigs.

There is no precious story
than the one to accept
the Universal Love with understanding.
How hard is it to realize the life
of self deception and delusional thoughts,
which keeps one under the curse
of self depreciation-
learn to understand that love is not only self,
but that it is a Universal Love.